Side A:
-His Time has Come
-Sequence of Grim Days
-Island
-Rabble
Side B:
-Witch - Watchfactory Live
-Many Thoughts - Watchfactory Live
-Denouement - Watchfactory Live
-Traces - Watchfactory Live
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В плену у ада, во власти страха
К алтарю печали, где муки кричали
Сквозь густые тропы, сквозь пустые гробы
Поодаль от света, где рождается Это
Погребальная яма, огнём полыхает
Страждущий мрака её повелевает
Смерти тело его не боится
Бездонны как пропасть его глазницы
Туманом он стелется, о твердь разбивается
Никуда он не денется, вросший во мрак
Цепями он скованный, к месту прикованный
Стоит и не движется, призрачный страж
Но суд грядёт над царём, плачем топора
Власти гнёт накаляет, яда свеча полыхает
В наступлении хаоса, эра уничтожения всемирного зла
Мрак теперь правит миром даже в убежище тихом
Время стража смоет без сомнения,
Совершить своё предназначение
Головы с плеч, бремю тело предать
И убить покровителя смертного.
In the thrall of hell, in the grip of fear
To the altar of sorrow, where the torments were screaming
Through thick paths, through empty coffins
Away from the light, where It is born
The burial pit blazing with fire
The sufferer of darkness controls it
His body isn’t afraid of death
His eye sockets are bottomless as an abyss
It spreads like a fog, it crashes on a firmness
He's not going anywhere, embedded in the darkness
He is chained up and bound
Standing and not moving, ghostly guardian
But the judgement is coming on the king with the cry of an axe
The authority pressure is heating up, the candle of poison is burning
In the onset of chaos, the era of the destruction of world evil
Darkness now rules the world even in a quiet shelter
The time without a doubt will wash away the guardian
To fulfil its destiny
Heads off shoulders, throw a burden on bodies
And kill the mortal protector
supported by 5 fans who also own “Его время пришло / His Time has Come”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal